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I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true—
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe—
The Eyes glaze once—and that is Death—
Impossible to feign
The Beads upon the Forehead
By homely Anguish strung.
It is very disturbing and annoying to read. I thought that it would never end.
this poem really speaks to me about the hardships of african americans and the struggles they faced. it also reminds me that we wouldnt be here if the hobbits hadnt cast the ring into mount doom. we would have been overun by goblins and orcs. it would have sucked. but thankfully frodo and samwise were able to cast it in and humanity prevailed once again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess I just don't like poetry.